บททั้งหมดของ I Need You, My Luna: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

MEGAN'S POVVance grins, that easy, charming smile of his lighting up his face. "Good morning to you too, Megan."I cross my arms, squinting at him in curiosity. "Seriously. It's eight in the morning. What are you doing here?""I came to see you," he replies simply, holding up the bag. "And I brought breakfast. Thought you might be hungry."I stare at him for a moment, then step aside, gesturing for him to come in."You really didn't have to do all this," I mutter as I close the door behind him."I know," he says, walking over to the small dining table by the window and setting the bag down. "But I wanted to. So here I am."I shake my head, following him, but I can't help the small smile forming on my lips. "You're something else, you know that?""Oh, I know," he quips, flashing me a wink as he hands me the flowers.I roll my eyes, but the warmth in my chest is undeniable as I take them. "Thank you. They're beautiful.”"Not as beautiful as you," he replies smoothly, his eyes twinkling

XARION'S POV“Surprise!” Mom smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she walks over and pulls me into a hug. "I arrived this morning. Your father told me the twins were here, and I couldn't wait another second to meet them."I hug her back, relief washing over me. My mother's been away visiting her sister in another pack for the past few months, and I've missed her presence more than I realized.I look over at my father, who's standing a few feet behind her, his arms crossed and his expression neutral. Of course he'd know the twins are here.Mom's always been the calm to my father's storm. The warmth to his coldness.And she's one of the few people who never judged Megan.In fact, she liked her. A lot."I'm glad you're back," I murmur, pulling away.She cups my face briefly, her expression soft. "Me too."Then she turns her attention to the twins, her face lighting up instantly as she moves past me. "And these must be Maverick and Makayla."The twins pause mid-bite, staring at h

MEGAN'S POVI’ve been pacing in the hallway outside my hotel suite for the past twenty minutes, checking my phone obsessively, my irritation climbing with every passing second.It's twelve noon.Twelve.Xarion promised he'd have the twins back early. Early means morning. Not lunchtime.But he still hasn't arrived with them, and I'm losing my mind.What could possibly have happened that he hasn't brought the twins back?I'm about to scroll to Xarion's contact on my phone when the elevator doors slide open, and I hear them.Oh goddess.The twins' voices echo down the hallway, high-pitched and excited, chattering about something I can't quite make out yet.And then I see them.Maverick and Makayla burst through the hallway, their little faces glowing with joy, their hands waving wildly as they spot me standing by the door."Mommy!" they shout in unison, sprinting toward me.I drop to my knees instantly, arms open, and they crash into me with so much force I nearly topple backward."Hey,

DANIELLE'S POVThe restaurant Wilson chose is ridiculously upscale, the kind of place where even the water costs more than most people's meals.Crystal chandeliers hang from vaulted ceilings, soft classical music plays softly through the air, and every table is covered in pristine white linen.It's private, exclusive, and perfect for the kind of conversation we're about to have.I sit across from Wilson at a corner table set away from prying eyes, my hands folded neatly in my lap, my posture poised and composed.But inside? I'm seething.Because despite all of Wilson's grand promises and reassurances, nothing has changed.Xarion's still obsessed with Megan. The twins are still in the picture. And I'm still sitting here, waiting for something, anything, to turn in my favor.Wilson leans back in his chair, swirling the expensive scotch in his glass, his expression calm and collected like he doesn't have a care in the world."Patience, Danielle," he murmurs, his tone steady. "That's the

XARION'S POVI’m leaning against the side of my car in the underground parking garage beneath the pack house, my hands braced on the hood, trying to get my breathing under control.But I can't when all I can think about is Megan.The taste of her lips when I kissed her. The way she kissed me back, even if it was only for a moment. The heat of her body pressed against mine.Goddess.I close my eyes, letting my head fall back as I exhale sharply.I kissed her.I actually kissed her. Again.And for one perfect, reckless second, she kissed me back.My wolf is going absolutely feral inside me, pacing and snarling with satisfaction.'Ours,' he growls possessively. 'She's ours. She kissed us back. She still wants us.'"I know," I mutter under my breath, running a hand through my hair. "I know."But then she shoved me away.The memory of her furious expression and the way her eyes flashed with anger and hurt, makes my heart clench.I shouldn't have done that.I know I shouldn't have.But when